I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child grooving up, I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall, But I am only a drop from the storm Feel like a tourist out in the country Once this whole world was all countryside Feel like a tourist in the big city Soon I will simply evaporate. They look the strings up north, the drums down south After they crossed Afghanistan a long time ago You’re shuffling your feet into the next dimension. Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl Feel like a land lover out on the ocean Feel like a teardrop streaming off of your chin. Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you But not many can stop you man, if you got a perfect plan. Can they possibly try - I demand to know why they would doubt you? In this hand, a thousand generations… Feel like a tourist out in the desert So hot it feels like the Devil’s breath Feel like a tourist out in the swampland This world is just patches of water and land. Everywhere I go I’m a tourist But if you stay with me, I’ll always be at home